You, a tyrannical ruler, roam the heavens; you cannot understand my joy.

Before he finished speaking, the man raised his hand, drew his long sword from his waist, and flicked the blade upwards!

Whoosh!

A sharp sword aura burst forth from the blade, slashing vertically towards Lu Zuo!

Wherever it passed, the air was torn open with a white line, emitting a piercing, sharp whistling sound!

They just started doing it without warning?

Lu Zuo had also met some ruthless killers.

But I've never seen anyone so indifferent to life as he is!

After the sword strike, the man didn't even glance at Lu Zuo, but turned to the two people behind him and said, "It seems they..."

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, a muffled thud came from behind him. The man was slightly startled, then turned around and looked at Lu Zuo with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"What happened?"

The two men behind him quickly cupped their hands and said, "Reporting to Lord Xing, this young man just now dispersed your sword energy with a palm strike."

"Oh?"

The man addressed as Master Xing narrowed his eyes and gave a cold smile: "That's a bit surprising."

"Sir Xing, there are no people moving around in the wilderness for no reason."

"In my opinion, this person is probably here to meet up with the two women from the Yin-Yang School."

Master Xing nodded and said in a deep voice, "After capturing him, torture him with needles. I will search the surrounding area to prevent the two women from escaping beforehand."

"We are now within the territory of Qin. Experts from the Yin-Yang School could appear at any moment. You need to act quickly."

"Here you go!"

Clang, clang!

With a single "Yes!", the two men simultaneously drew their swords and, with a swift movement, attacked Lu Zuo from the left and right sides like startled swans!

The moment they made their move, Master Xing turned and walked in another direction.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we can't find those two women, all our efforts will be for naught..."

Thump, thump!

He had only taken two steps and hadn't even finished his mutterings when he heard two heavy thuds behind him as he fell to the ground.

Master Xing was slightly taken aback, then suddenly turned around and looked back!

"How is this possible?"

In sight, his two henchmen lay dead in the grass, their heart vessels ruptured, their throats slit, and blood gushing from their wounds.

As for the young man, he still stood there holding the pheasant, his expression calm and composed, but a hint of murderous intent lurked in his clear eyes!

If a fierce battle ensued, resulting in the injury or death of two of his own men, that would not be surprising.

But from beginning to end, it was as if this person hadn't moved at all...

A nameless fear arose from the depths of Xing Gongda's heart, instantly sending chills down his spine!

"you….."

He instinctively took a half step back, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you?"

"And who are you?"

"Why are you hunting down the Yin-Yang School disciples?"

Lu Zuo spared his life precisely to explore this question.

"Netherworld Pavilion, Shao Xinggong."

The man replied in a deep voice, then lightly touched the ground with both feet and shot forward, his long sword also being drawn at the same time, making a crisp clang!

Its sword strikes were several times more fierce and powerful than before, and contained a chilling killing intent and bone-chilling cold!

Wherever Shao Xinggong's figure passed, the grass, trees, bamboo and stones within a radius of half a zhang instantly froze into a thick layer of ice crystals!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

Almost at the same moment he made his move, the water vapor around Lu Zuo condensed into ice, turning into more than a dozen sharp ice spikes that shot out from all directions!

"This person's martial arts skills are far superior to those of Ji Wuye and Bai Yifei..."

As Lu Zuo pondered this, he raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike!

His inner true essence condensed into a powerful palm strike, containing the scorching heat of the Nine Yang Returning to Origin Great Technique, and directly clashed with Shao Xing Gong!

The instant the palm strike took shape, the Nine Yang Heat seemed to ignite the air, instantly steaming up a rolling heat wave that swept across the land with overwhelming force.

Sizzle...

The moment the dozen or so sharp ice spikes touched the heat wave, they melted away, turning into wisps of steam.

Bang!

At the same time, the scorching palm force also imprinted on Shao Xinggong's chest, sending him flying and crashing onto the grass several feet away.

The long sword in his hand was glowing red from the heat, and his clothes and flesh on his chest were charred, emitting wisps of black smoke.

"He actually possesses such skill?"

Shao Xing was utterly astonished. Just now, his chilling sword blade had collided with the scorching palm force, and the two forces had annihilated each other.

How could he have been defeated despite having over thirty years of experience?

"This kid looks to be only in his early twenties, how could he...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow flashed past his eyes, and then a crisp cracking sound came from his chest.

"Aww~~!"

Young Xing let out a heart-wrenching scream, his entire face contorted in pain, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"What is the Netherworld Pavilion?"

"What grudge do you have against the Yin-Yang School?"

Shao Xing hesitated for a moment, then said, "The Netherworld Pavilion is also a school of Yin and Yang..."

what?

Lu Zuo was slightly taken aback; this answer was unexpected.

He pressed on and soon got the answer he wanted from Shao Xinggong.

After the Yin-Yang School and the Daoist School separated, they went to the State of Chu to spread their knowledge, recruit disciples, and appoint their disciples to positions according to the mythological system of the Nine Songs.

Donghuang Taiyi, Dongjun, Yunzhongjun, Dasiming, Shaosiming, and so on, all come from "Nine Songs".

However, the Yin-Yang School split into two factions a hundred years ago.

The two schools of thought have different ideas. One school pursues the five elements in their constant cycle, the interaction between heaven and man, the constancy of the way of heaven, and the order of yin and yang.

The other school of thought pursues knowing one's destiny, defying destiny, believing that the ways of the dead are unpredictable, and that one should control life and death.

This faction is the Netherworld Pavilion, named after the Netherworld God in the Nine Songs mythology system.

The two factions initially engaged in a theoretical debate, but after the Yin-Yang School switched its allegiance from the State of Chu to the State of Qin, it devolved into a life-or-death struggle.

"Was the Netherworld Pavilion scene something they didn't have time to show in the anime?"

"Or was the Netherworld Pavilion destroyed after Qin Shi Huang unified the six kingdoms?"

Lu Zuo hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are there any other people of yours around here?"

"certainly."

"Donghuang Taiyi encountered a mishap during his cultivation and nearly suffered a qi deviation. This presents us with a golden opportunity!"

"Almost all the experts from the Netherworld Pavilion have entered Qin."

Lu Zuo continued, "Who are they?"

"Mountain Spirit, Witch Yang, Earth God, Nine Netherworlds, National Mourning, Great Executioner, and... Netherworld God Lord, Underworld Emperor!"

"Who?" Lu Zuo's eyes widened. "The Emperor of the Underworld?"

Where is he?

.......

The next day, early in the morning.

As the morning sun spills across the wilderness, it makes the lingering mountain mist appear even more hazy.

"call……"

The Grand Master of Fate slowly exhaled a breath of fresh air, stood up from the stone, and looked at Dongjun Feiyan, who had already awakened.

"Lord Dongjun, how is your recovery progressing?"

Feiyan said calmly, "It's only about 70-80%."

"But if we see the senior and junior torturers again, there is still hope of escape."

"Let's go, we can go back to Xianyang and ask for reinforcements."

Da Siming nodded and followed Fei Yan as they walked into the distance.

But after walking a few miles, the two suddenly stopped.

"The smell of blood?"

"And there's a burnt smell?"

Feiyan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Something must have happened up ahead. Let's go check it out!"